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Apr 3
the cops are at the door,
open the window,
toss me my running shoes.

out the window I went, left heaven,
down to the narrow street
into the welcomed night.

(my fair weather fade away.)

you have the prettiest eyes
the sky ever knew

so please don't be surprised
to find me one day at your window

some cold december night
holding plastic flowers for you

and know plastic flowers never fade,
so love the thief who tried to steal your heart
guy scutellaro
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guy scutellaro
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